New York Rangers: Tailspin Balderdash

Let’s celebrate the brand new year;
Come on Ranger fans, give a cheer!
Will cup dreams come to fruition,
Or do they need a revision?
Cheer on the team so they might win,
And if they don’t it’ll be a sin.
Will a game win ever appear?
Who knows! So sit and have a beer.
Will our blue phoenix be risen
To make fans show no derision?
Or will they take upon their chin,
The ire of fans in a tailspin.
A new year and a cup of Grey,
Won’t keep the loss nightmares at bay.
So, a drinking game is in need,
Since our team is bad…as decreed.
A shot for each Girardi bash,
Two shots for each shot missed by Nash.
One, when Lundqvist can’t catch the puck;
Ten, when our team really does suck.
Three, for a Ranger breakaway;
Four, on a bad game of keep away.
Two, five, or six for a bad read,
Eleven, when they blow a lead.
Six, for game changes in a flash,
Just yell, “It’s shitty balderdash!”
The moral of the poem, besides becoming alcohol bingers,
Is don’t forget to throw stuff and scream at the telly, “What the fuck Rangers?”